"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
The storm raged on around her as her mind went back and forth between home and where she currently was. It seemed as if the weather was not going to change anytime soon, and that she needed to get more comfortable and make herself a place to stay for the night. A lonely tear escaped her optic as she looked around. It was getting darker and darker and it never once crossed her mind that someone or something could be sharing the same place as she, for protection from the storm. She caught a whiff of the stag before he made a single noise and froze in fear. She imagined in her head, a huge black beast that was here to take advantage of her and her lips parted, her voice shaking “They are coming after me you know, there is no need to think about hurting me, they will kill you…” she trialed off. The sincerity in her voice wavered because she knew in her mind that no one was coming tonight… and maybe not ever.
As he made his way around her jaw dropped. This stag had the brightest green optics she had ever laid her pools on, and his bodice was marked in the most unique of ways. How on earth had she come to these lands and not known before hand, about the magical being that inhabited the world around her. Her brown/green hazel optics looked on in amazement toward him and her heart seemed to slow in her chest. She wasn’t alone anymore, someone else was here beside her but as soon as she seemed to calm, another part of her brain said be careful. Although she was naive and gullible, she knew that some pretty looking brutes existed with the sole purpose of using their charm to make the way into the minds and hearts of others like herself only to rip them open later and cause them all sorts of hellish harm and undoing . . . but for a split moment, she wasn’t exactly sure if she cared because at least she wasn’t alone in the storm anymore.
Her auds flicked back and licked the top of her dial as her thoughts went on. Even though they were in the grooves on her dial, she didn’t look angry because she wasn’t. She was scared, and next to him, tiny. He was almost a foot taller than her and his muscles rippled under his flesh. The lightening bathed him in some kind of strobe like manner, making his movements look jagged and surreal. Her optics were trained on him, unmoving as he stood now before her. Her adventurous spirit seemed to taint her curiosity as her auds flicked forward again as he stood there in front of her, his own flutes facing her. Was he also interested in why she was here, just the same as she was wondering why he was also here? She didn’t want to move too far out because the rain was cold and she was already shivering but she did move around enough so that he could also come in under the tree beside her, although… he would be hanging out a tad it seemed, because he was larger than her and she was having enough issues as it was, keeping her own sleek frame from getting wet. Without thinking, she whispered “Who are you”…
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